We have tenor, not so good but OK. We even have bass. We have others. But we need baritone, strong like you. Will you consider?"I was frankly flabberg...asted. But he was serious, and he wasn't going to charge me extra—well, not much extra—for lessons, I was still bored, so I said why not, I'd try it. And for the next three months he put me through absolute hell. He changed the way I breathed, he showed me how to make my voice from my diaphragm instead of my throat, he pushed me through drill. I pulled her to her feet by her hair and pushed her onto the bed, on all fours with her arse in the air. Her knickers were soaking and I roughly pulled them off. Her cunt and arse looked fantastic. I started to finger her cunt and almost immediately I had four fingers in her up to my knuckles. She came when I told her that she was a slutty fucking whore with a cunt that was going to take my fist and my spunk. I wanted to taste her and started to lick her cunt and rim her arse. She pushed. We’re in the room she calls her boudoir. There’s a double bed wide enough for a man and woman to do anything they could want. There’s a black leather armchair with wide arms a woman can rest her spread knees on. There’s a table a woman can sit on while a man stands between her spread thighs with his penis hard up against her belly. On the pink painted walls and the ceiling are mirrors for a man to ogle a woman’s naked body from every angle. Between the mirrors the walls are plastered with. What? He couldn't figure that out either. Hesecretly liked catching glimpses of her putting on her make-up, orchecking the fit of her clothes. She now just seemed so powerful in aweird way, and seemed to be able to dominate him without any effort. Herlife, it seemed, was cute boys, cuter boys, clothes, cheering, a littleschool, more clothes, friends, and the cutest boy of all - Tommy, hercurrent crush. Strangely, he thought, and for reasons Chris didn'tunderstand, between trips to the mall,.